i will not mourn the hours when waking i did dream
my shoulder and your shadow and the golden seam between
while at my loom a-weaving my tapestries of light
you placed your hand on mine and there was spun a web of night
web of night

enthralled by the dissonance that’s living in
night visions of your hand in mine
springtime a-coming into bloom

i went to him in shadows
as shadow creatures must
my dreaming eyes in time i felt
beginning to adjust
when over a new planet
the yellow dawn did rise
i woke alone and took a form i did not recognise, recognise

transformed by the dissonance that’s living in
night visions of your hand in mine woven together on the loom
transformed by the dissonance that’s living in
night visions of your hand in mine

and i’d have followed you
followed you forever
silver wings blossom through my skin
my soul floats out of the window
for i am a woman in love

ahhhh

i’m in love!
transformed by the dissonance that’s living in
night visions of your hand in mine woven together on the loom
enthralled by the dissonance that’s living in
night visions of your hand in mine
springtime a-coming into bloom

i will not mourn the hours when waking i did dream
my shoulder and your shadow and the golden seam between